Novel & Cerita Emma And Killian Fanfiction

No kids knocking on our door at 3 AM because of a bad dream or a missing stuffed bunny. Just us. And God, I needed this. I needed her. As our clothes disappeared piece by piece and I finally slid into her, I pressed a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries—more for the thrill than necessity. Her eyes rolled back. Her hips rose to meet mine. “You’re mine,” I whispered against her lips. “Yes,” she gasped. “Always.” Emma’s POV We didn’t stop at one round. We never did. Killian had always known how to pull every ounce of need out of me. And tonight, he was making up for every rushed kiss, every interrupted moment back home.

Amanda continued, "I heard that she learned about vampires and the Dark Realm, and she fell in love with Ash. Someone from the residence even said that they were planning to engage, and Estelle was about to become Lady Malachious." I barely swallowed a thick knot in my throat. "And then what happened to her?" "She wanted something Ash couldn't give her, or at least, she felt that what he had given her wasn't enough." Amanda took another sip from her coffee. "She killed herself by stabbing her own throat." "Oh, God…" I exhaled shakily, imagining the horrible death she had chosen for herself. "Yeah…" Amanda sighed and shook her head. "I heard that Ash was depressed for years after it happened.

When I arrived at the scene, Killian was standing on the edge of the rooftop, his eyes bloodshot, holding a knife against Vivienne's neck. Vivienne had her eyes squeezed shut, bright red blood soaking her clothes. She looked as if she was on the verge of death. At the first sight of me, tears immediately welled up in Killian's eyes. He choked out, "Sierra, you’re here! I know you still care about me. You still love me, do you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have rushed over there. Go away with me, okay? We can elope. I promise I'll treat you well from now on."

Who could have known she could be this nice? "Well, one week it is," Killian said, staring straight into my eyes, "and you better keep off from people you don't know, especially the male ones." My spirit, if already shattered, ground to dust immediately after he said this, and then I felt how hurtful it had been to him when he saw the memory of me kissing and groping with Liam. His own mate romancing his enemy— really, that must have been absurdly painful. If only I had known.

All eyes turned to Elijah, who was laughing as if it wasn't Amara's life that was on stake. Elijah's laughter faded, lips curving into a cold smirk as he locked eyes with Killian. "You’re claiming to love a girl you’ve destroyed, Killian?" His voice dripped with a mixture of anger and hatred. "Don't forget that you plotted to kill her when she got pregnant with your child. If it hadn't been for me forcing you to marry her, you would have gotten rid of her a long time ago." He spated venom with each word of his. Killian's jaw clenched. He knew he was her sinner, that he had wronged her in the worst way possible. And he would repent—he had to. But right now, his priority, above all else, was s

“What? No… God no, who's filling your head with such thoughts?” But I didn't respond, I continued speaking “The engagement, the second ring. This is Emery. My fiancée, the luxurious boutique, what was it all for?” “Calm down, what's this about and where are you hearing such stuff from?” Killian asked his hands reached out for my face but I avoided his touch. “Don't play dumb with me Killian. A stable image, is that what you want? There you go, you have your stable image?” I finally snapped.

She would push him, laugh at him and make fun of him. Killian not only hated Andrea but also hated Amelia. He was convinced that she was an evil woman based on people's half-knowledge judgement. However, it took Amelia only a few weeks to win him over. Killian was so starved for a mother's love that when Amelia showed a little bit of care and love, he melted like butter on a hot pan. That didn't mean he and Andrea got along. No, their relationship was still rocky as ever with Andrea being the evil sibling until one day it all changed.

Emery Quinn I hated that I was mad. Mad at Zayn. Mad at the way he’d stepped in like a white knight with all the wrong timing. Mad that he’d grabbed Killian. Lied. Created a scene. Mad that he’d claimed me as his date like it was some casual line in a club story instead of a loaded statement. But what I hated even more? The fact that I cared at all. I shouldn’t have. Shouldn’t have cared what Killian thought, what he saw, or how he looked at me like I’d betrayed him somehow—like my body was a crime scene because someone else had dared to touch it.

Stupid fluttering feelings I couldn't control. “Killian, huh?” He huffed. His voice mocking. “You think that kiss meant something—- you'd be another fling of his.” He started to walk away but paused— to give me one last condemning look. “And someone like you can't be my female lead— the theater department needs to fix that.” He stalked off. He was right, that kiss meant nothing. I read too much into it. Killian hadn't brought it up since, it meant nothing to him. I sniffed back the tears building in my eyes, trying not to fall apart when someone's arm draped over my shoulder—-

For a brief moment, I wished I could go back to before it all started. *Ivy* I heard Camila's voice echoing faintly down the hall. She and Max were in the lounge, probably discussing Ana… or more like, the mess I created. Well, should I feel bad? Probably. Not really. Not fully. I killed her. That’s the truth. I ended her life with my own hands, and now people were mourning her, not knowing the devil was still walking free. “Gosh, that’s so awful,” Camila said, her voice tinged with shock. “Who could do such a thing?”